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couldn’t last. He couldn’t last. But now, more than ever he wanted to. There was something he needed to do. Someone who needed to pay. He had to survive long enough to see his plans through.
    This life was empty and yet overflowing at the same time.
    He was dying. One little bit at a time. Not like death in the normal way, but a strange, slow, drifting way.
    There had to be a way to cut off the deadwood pulling him in all directions – and faster than the slow-ass method he’d been employing. It was taking too long given the weakness and lassitude in his mind.
    If only he could think clearly.
    There were moments of clarity when he could speak out. Then times when the world was so muffled any action was impossible. Even as he worried on the issue, an answer drifted closer then drifted away. But he’d seen just enough to remember the plan. The plan he’d already been undertaking.
    Now he knew what to do.
    He hoped.

Chapter 3

    “C elina, do you know who that man was?” Gordon asked, walking into the small waiting room, his voice odd, muted.
    Celina opened her eyes, a reflexive habit, and said, “No.”
    “Hmmm.” Gordon didn’t sound convinced. “He was looking at you pretty intently.”
    “He was just being friendly. Whoever he is he got a phone call and left.”
    “As long as he wasn’t bothering you. I came to tell you that Jacob came through the surgery just fine. He’s lost a lot of blood and they will keep a close eye on him overnight in the ICU, but they’re optimistic about his chances for a full recovery.”
    “Oh, that’s wonderful news.” She jumped to her feet, her hand instinctively going to her chest. She beamed up at him. “Is there any chance of seeing him?”
    “No, not tonight.” The relief in his voice shaded her disappointment. “He needs to rest. Come on, let’s get you a cab.”
    “Wait, I have to grab my purse.” She turned back and bent to the floor for her larger-than-any-purse-should-be tote and straightened. “Now I’m good to go.”
    “I can’t imagine what you carry inside that thing. It’s big enough for you to almost crawl inside and have a nap.”
    “That’s my secret to staying alert all day.” She stumbled and righted herself. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I hadn’t realized how tired I am.”
    “Comes from sitting here all night while still in shock yourself. A good night’s sleep will help.”
    “I’m fin–” A big yawn caught her by surprise. She moaned lightly when her mouth finally closed. “Sorry, that one almost hurt.”
    “Like I said.”
    She walked at his side, grateful that she could follow his colors since she hated being led around. Jacob had always ignored that preference, telling her she was being stubborn and too independent. She sighed. At least Jacob was going to be okay. She’d known him for a long time. More than a friendship, they shared music in their soul. Like any creative person, finding someone else to whom the expression of that art meant the same thing was like finding a soul mate without all the highs and lows of a sexual relationship. Yet in a way it was creation at its best. Supported and shared. The lead ball of fear in her stomach broke into small pieces and started to dissolve – finally. She walked taller, straighter, as the weight of this horrific night slipped off her shoulders. She couldn’t help her dead friends, but if there was anything she could do for the others she would be there for them. So what if she was blind? She wasn’t helpless. However, as she collapsed into the back of the cab, she realized how exhausted she really was. A decent night’s sleep and she’d be just fine.
    Not likely.
    She stiffened, her defenses that she’d let slip in her fatigue slamming back into place. Go away.
    Why would I do that? This is the fun part. The aftermath. All the angst and remorse. See, you could have prevented this.
    She gasped.
    “What’s the matter?”
    A rush of air brushed past her cheek. Was